“I don’t know. It would take me lot more time than I think we have.” His eyes shifted back to the glass.
I sighed and grunted through my soreness to sit myself up. “I can’t even do anything because of these stupid things,” I said, lifting my hands to look at the shackles.
“Then, it should appear that we are screwed.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“You said something about Fletcher. When is he coming?”
“He’s not. I was lying.”
If these cages were magic proof, then perhaps that bond that formed due to the ritual wouldn’t work either. And, even if I could signal to Fletcher that we needed help, did I want to be indebted to him?
The door at the top of the stairs burst open as Mother stepped down with bare feet, licking her lips of blood.
“Oh, beautiful, you’ve awoken. Let’s get to baby making.”
I darted my eyes to Mirin, sending him a mental warning to remind him to never touch me. But I knew better. I knew the mist would possess him to forget about our deal.
Mother set down her cup on the table beside the clandestine opening in the wall, sauntered to our cage, and yanked on the glass barrier. It freed from the tunnel, leaving two open slits on either side of the cage barely large enough for my fingers to fit through.
Now, nothing stood between my cage and Mirin’s.
The purple mist clouded up his cage, as the swirling magic suddenly appeared across his chest. All elements of Mirin’s friendliness and respect for his princess dispersed as his chin tilted down and his erection began to rise.
“Have fun you two,” Mother sang as she ascended the stairs and sauntered out the door.
Mirin stalked across the cage to me.
“Mirin! Snap out of it,” I yelled, slowly making my way onto my weak, wobbly legs.
A fresh burst of helplessness slithered up my spine as his cold hands grabbed my arms and yanked me to my feet in an effortless movement. He threw me backward, pressing me against the wall of the cage, the back of my head smacking against the solid glass. My vision went blurry as his fingers glided up my thighs and stopped at my hips.
“Stop!” I gritted out with a heart racing so fast, I thought it would burn out. In a burst of motion, I swung my arm at his head, golden shackle making contact with his temple, but it didn’t faze him. I did not have enough energy or power to overthrow him. The realization that this was going to happen sent tears choking around my throat.
I scrambled to take hold of his hands as they grappled at my blood-soaked clothes. I couldn’t let him strip me bare. But he succeeded. His strong hands tore off my sweats in two clean rips. Then, he focused on my underwear, my screaming plea for him to release me unable to penetrate through the fog. My feeble punches did nothing to stop his movements. My magic pulsed. And, so did Fletcher’s. As if called by my sheer need, they merged together, fusing in my soul to ignite along my skin as a deep magenta that scraped down my arms in blind fury. My magic andFletcher’s working together. This had to work. This had to get me out somehow. I willed the magic to pour down to my fingertips, but its light faded as it met my golden shackles and drowned beneath whatever blood remained.
“Mirin!”
His hands latched onto my thighs, spreading them with a force that made my muscles scream.
“Don’t do this!”
He aligned himself with me, his tip to my entrance, and plunged forcefully in.
I gasped, my eyes sinking deep into my skull, threatening to drive me blind. Everything went numb as my body rejected the invasion with a violent tremor. My breathing stopped as the beats of my heart echoed in my ears.
My eyes searched for a hopeless escape. My fingers clawed at his chest, expecting some form of pain would make him realize what he was doing. But he was too far gone.
I felt every time he buried himself in me. And every time he peeled out. A growl rumbled through his chest as his hand inched up my stomach, over my breast, and up to my throat, pressing down slightly.
I wrapped my hands around his strong forearm, trying to push it away. “Please,” I cried. “Stop, Mirin.”
He quickened his movements in me. In and out. Faster and faster. His breath grew heavier. His head fell to my shoulder, biting my skin. I yelped as more pain spiked up my center from his thrusts.
My eyes flitted over his shoulder and to the stairs, accepting that I had tried everything in my power to escape. This was happening. My mind exploded, desperate to get out of this trap.
Through blurry tears, I saw movement of something faint and dark forming together. Long legs, tapered torso, broad shoulders, and his handsome face pieced together in front of me.
